We’re anchored in Les Saintes, in a crowded bay where the long ocean swell makes life aboard… tricky. The catamarans ride it comfortably, but the monohulls? They’re rolling like crazy. Staying on board isn’t exactly fun, so we head ashore.

The village is buzzing with life as tourists arrive from Guadeloupe. A charming main street lined with cafés and little shops invites us in, while the beach, filled with fishing boats, sees only a few swimmers. But as the sun sets and the last ferry leaves, everything slows down. The shops close, the streets empty, and Les Saintes returns to its quiet island rhythm.